The boy quivered to see his grandfather dropped to the floor by Master Rok. The boy had tears running down both of his cheeks, but was unable to cry out. The evil look within Master Rok's eyes froze the boy in place, afraid to even move. A evil smirk slid across the mans face as he walked right in front of the boy, before crouching down and grabbing the boy by the front of the shirt. As he came to a stand, the boy easily followed by the strong grasp he had upon the shirt.

Master Rok looked into the boys eyes and softly whispered, "You're precious Rok is dead," Vorusk spoke through Master Rok. The fear across the boys face was very pleasing to Vorsuk. Vorusk's sudden movement however sent the boy flying a cross the room. The boy hit the side of the room with such force that it nearly caved in the wooden wall, braces and walls were broke and bulging out partiall. The boy fell down right beside his grandfather.

The movements of Vorusk in Master Rok's body was graceful, but yet showed the intent of harm. The sound from the boy hitting against the wall had alerted several of the people who took care of the sacred place. At the front of the worshipping building, there stood at least two more people, stunned to see their beloved master walking before them. Both of them fell to their knees, thanking the heavens for bringing back their beloved one. Their was more people gathering outside of the worshipping building, staring in amazement at what had hapened. A guard, near the back of the group turned to another guard and quickly said "Go, send word to Rikena that Master Rok has came back from the dead. Now Hurry!" The guard who was told quickly nodded and started heading off towards that direction. Vorusk just gave a pleasant smile. Rikena had no real resistance against himself, other than a few, pretend to be guards. The building he now stood at the beginning of, was on the main outskirts of the town, which would give him a small amount of time. He would have to do some convincing as well, as most people considered Master Rok to be a false hope, who had just happened to help save them from an impending doom at one point in his life.

He waited for several moments, giving the guard who left ample time to be long gone from the grounds. Soon, the extermination of these grounds began...

The last person around the worshipping grounds hit the ground, their lifeless eyes rolling into the back of their head. Vorusk smiled evily through body of Rok. This deed was done, but he had no time to waist on such small game any longer. He had sent his message clearly to those of Rikena. Their was blood surrounding the small temple from the vicious wounds that Vorusk had been able to inflict upon those around him during the assault. He then left the village at that moment. He would not beable to take on a full set of guards at this moment, without revealing his true identity...

"Grandpa." he yelled awaking from the dream with a start. He found himself in darkness and his hand immediately search for a weapon, which incidentally it did not find.

"What manner of trickery is this!" He said as he rose into a crouch, ready to pounce or defend himself against whatever enemy was to come. but none came he was all alone and noone else was there.

After 3 days hard flying he managed to find himself at the outskirts of the elven city Yomenïampa at night fall not wanting to divert even more attention to himself he decided to make camp outside the city which seemed like a bad idia now that it came to it. With the first rays of light setting on the city he got scared that the archers portrolling the ground would mistake him for a full fledged vampire and shoot him. Wishing for the best he slowly made his trek to the city...

Gil-Estel hated guard duty. It was cold, and the only thing that ever disturbed the peace of the long night, was the occaisional wild animal foraging for food in the undergrowth.

As the first rays of dawn began to show above the trees, Gil-Estel saw a lone figure winding his way towards the outskirts of the city.

At last!, he thought, something interesting!. He hid himself in the bushes, until the figure had almost passed by, then, jumping out he drew his bow and yelled "DARO!" STOP!

Looking at the figure, the sudden and horrible revelation filled him like icy water trickling down his throat. The figure was a vampire!

Trust his luck, the first time someone appeared on his watch, they were a vampire!

He opened his mouth, ready to yell.

"V...", he started...